Rained all last night, and has just suspended for a few
minutes, I expect. Kept dry, thanks to our rubber blankets. Drew five days'
rations this morning, full of everything except beans; plenty of beef, though.
We only drew one-quarter of a pound per man for the whole five days. Part of
our railroad bridge across the Chattahoochie washed away a few days ago. It
will be finished again today. There was some fighting up near Allatoona Pass
yesterday, in which, rumor says, our folks were worsted. The Rebels are moving
up the road in that direction. They will have to leave there or wait and fight
us. I hear that Kilpatrick burned 200 or 300 of their wagons yesterday. We'll
warm those fellows if they will only wait for us somewhere. We are under orders
to start at a moment's notice. Mud is not over a foot deep and everything else
is lovely in proportion. I was confoundedly sick all day yesterday, could not
eat any supper, but about 9 p. m. the boys brought some beans about half
cooked, and the notion taking me I ate a couple of quarts thereof. Have felt
splendidly ever since. Our pickets that we left at Eastpoint have just got in.
The division field officer of the day who had charge of them misunderstood his
instructions and marched to the river at Sandtown, 15 miles below where we
crossed. The Rebels fired into them and I suppose captured half a dozen
stragglers.
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